Kurt and Blaine had decided to get married the following Christmas. They just wanted something small, with their family and friends there. It was a couple of days before the wedding, and Blaine was working with one of the stars for the new Broadway show he was writing the music for, when a familiar face entered the room. He found out Santana was in the city and though she deserved to know in person that he was getting married again.

"Take a five minute break." Blaine whispered to the girl as she walked off.

"Blaine," The Latina sat down on the seat the girl was on. "How is everything?"

"Good," Blaine responded. "How is everything in LA?"

"Great," Santana responded. "Why did you tell me to come here?"

"I just thought you better know that I am getting married." Blaine was now looking at his sheet music.

"That is so good to hear," Santana answered. "And you know, thanks for telling me. She better know how lucky she is Blaine. I never really said it much when we were married, and it's probably what made us such a bad couple, but you were good to me and to Maya."

"Thanks," Blaine smiled. "But it's a he, not a she."

"You're gay?" Santana asked.

"Yes," Blaine responded, looking at the picture of Maya he had sitting on top of the piano. "And Maya loves him too."

"Is that her?" Santana asked, as Blaine nodded. "My mum was right when she said she looked like me. She is so much more grown up now."

"She is definitely growing up." Blaine responded.

"Well I wish you and Maya and this guy all the best," Santana got up. "Really, I am genuinely happy for you."

That was the most amicable conversation Blaine had ever had with Santana in his life. He knew he didn't have to tell her that he was getting married, but he felt it was better she heard it from him, and not from someone else. When she left the room, Blaine realised that was probably the last time he would ever see her or have to deal with Santana. And it he was happy it ended so calmly.

****

The wedding was beautiful, and getting to go to London for the first time for the both of them as a honeymoon was just as amazing. They had been back a few weeks, and Kurt was preparing a cake for Maya's birthday when the kids had gone to bed.

"Seven years old," Blaine put the candles on. "I cannot believe this."

"My kid is older than yours too Anderson." Kurt hit him with the tea towel.

"By five months," Blaine laughed. "And I thought they were both our kids."

A few days after they came back from London, Kurt signed papers saying that he was legally Maya's parent, and Blaine did the same with Alex. And even though they told the kids they didn't have to, they changed their surname to Hummel-Anderson.

"They are getting so much older," Kurt said putting the cake in the fridge. "I know we never really properly talked about it, but having another kid that is ours, is something that you want to do?"

"Yeah," Blaine responded. "I mean, it would be nice to have one together. But if we wait too long, the gap will be so huge between these kids and I know what having a brother ten years old than you is like."

"So why don't we start now," Kurt responded. "The sooner we put our names down the better. But I guess there is one more question. Should it be yours or mine?"

"I kind of have an idea," Blaine smiled. "We have kids that are biologically ours. Why don't we adopt a baby who needs to come into a good family?"

"I love it," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine. "And I love you too."